Hiya guys, sorry about the wait.
You know, this was meant to be a one shot.
It might take me a bit longer to update from now on, as Fred has died and I am having to write this on the house computer. I can only really go on this when my little sisters have gone to bed.
This chapter is a bit compared to the last one, so sorry about that
sorry about my grammar and enjoy
(Before England and Italy woke up.)
"Right so we know that Switzerland isn't here and you told us that he had been acting differently Liechtenstein, ja?"
Germany stood in front of everyone, looking to the quite blonde girl for a response. Feeling a bit nervous with everyone looking at her, the female nation simply nodded.
Sensing that the girl didn't feel comfortable discussing anything in front of all these nations, there were only a few she felt comfortable talking to after all, Germany turned his attention to France. "Frankreich (France), you spoke with Spanien (Spain) last night?"
"Oui, Toni was acting a bit strange for him. He was asking about moi mental health and seemed to have a lot of interest in Angleterre and his brothers. He said nothing about his beloved tomatoes and didn't even mention Romano."
This bit of information didn't sit well with the British Isles brothers at all, they exchanged looks coming to a silent agreement that Spain would have to be dealt with quickly. Northern Ireland threw a ball of paper at the Frenchman's head to catch his attention and mouthed the words 'keep an eye on him' with a serious expression on his face. The elder nation, although frustrated at being hit by a paper ball, nodded to the teen, understanding that it was something important.
Germany nodded and wrote Spain's name on the board. With his back to everyone, he continued to write other names down as they were shouted out. He stopped midway through writing someone's name when Australia, who had just finished patching up his brother, shouted out.
"Crickey! It's happening again!" The brunette exclaimed, while helping his brother sit down next to England he'd noticed burn marks appear on the Englishman's skin. The British teen glared at the Australian, not really wanting to grab everyone attention. He was hoping to tend to his older brother quietly.
Everyone went to move from their seats so they could get a look at the English nation, when Ireland shouted to gain everyone's attention.
"All of you sit back down. Whatever is happening to Sasanna, there is nothing that any of you can do. When fighting off an 'infection', there is a pretty high risk of getting injured. The shit head will treat his wounds but he won't be able to do that unless you all back off! I need a drink."
"Arse face."
Ignoring the insulting competition that was now taking place between his brothers, Scotland tried to continue the meeting. "I see that Egypt innae 'ere as well, who spoke te the lad last?"
"Fucking hell Artie learn to block better," North muttered as he started to focus on the gash across England's chest.
"I think he did eh. The wound isn't that deep, it looks like he just caught the edge of the blade," Canada spoke softly as he handed North the gauze. The teen blinked at the Canadian, not exactly sure when he'd materialised next to him but gladly accepted his help.
Scotland shook his head at his brother, glancing quickly at Ireland who seemed disappointed that the insult exchange with his younger brother had been interrupted. Seeing that he wasn't going to get any help and as Wales was still busy with Portugal helping England, he looked to the African countries.
"Any of ye 'ear from Egypt?"
Most of them shook their heads but Kenya rose her hand. "He doesn't really speak much to anyone, but his country is a no fly zone at the moment. Planes flying nearby have to alter their route." At this a few of the countries' faces lit up in recognition, realising that they had heard something along the same lines as that.
"Right kraut, write down Egypt on the board. Can one of ye keep an eye on 'im? There are some more of ye missing as well, who else innae 'ere?"
Bang!
Scotland turned round calmly at the sound of a gunshot, recognising the sound of the gun he knew not to worry. His suspicion was confirmed when he saw his elder brother with his arm outstretched, gun in hand, aiming just above England's head.
"What was that for?"
"Where did the bullet go?"
"I knew they were crazy."
"Jesus Christ Pat! Give me a fucking warning you Fuck Face Ginger Twat! (North also has very dark ginger hair but he doesn't acknowledge it.)"
"You're the reason God created the middle finger, O sweet little brother of mine. Keep on guard, Sasanna is extremely prone to 'infection' right now, you are going to have to fight them off for him."
The rest of the nations watched stunned, many of them questioning whether the British Isles brothers were sane and if they could be trusted. Others were just confused or just wanted to know what the hell was going on.
"I think I missed something, could you explain to the rest of the class what the fuck we just missed?" Denmark asked, not particularly fussed by the death glares he was receiving from Norway, with America absent he felt obliged to be the outspoken one. This thought lead him to think about who would take whose role if they were missing. His mind started to wonder about who would replace Germany at trying to regain order, probably England if France and America were absent, when Norway smacked him round the back of the head and brought him back to the present.
"Nice ta see that you're back with us laddie, how was the trip to la la land? As Paddy was saying, wee Albion is a tad defenceless at the mo. There are… things that are willing ta take advantage of that which is bad news for the lad, Pat just got rid of the threat. The bullet is inside the bastard that tried to take advantage of our wee bunny."
Denmark didn't fail to notice the growl in the Scottish nation's voice and decided that it was best to probably ignore the wee bunny comment. That didn't mean that he wouldn't use it against Arthur at a later date, he was already changing Arthur's name on his phone under the table.
"How did you manage to get a gun through customs da-ze?" As far as any of the nations knew it was mainly Switzerland who was gifted at getting weapons through the airport unnoticed - that didn't mean none of them were armed though, it was just harder for them. However, Ireland's gun was pretty big, making it a bit harder to smuggle to a meeting.
"Oh my deartháirs (brothers) they got here by dragon, so they didn't do through customs, but we can actually just summon them at will," Ireland explained innocently, the seriousness that his face had held earlier when he'd shot the threating ghost had completely vanished. He then started to flick his hands, each time a new weapon appeared in them.
At some point during Ireland's explanation, Belarus threw a knife at another ghost, but this went mainly unnoticed except for Russia and Ukraine.
"Seriously, are these bastards right in the head?"
"That explains how Angleterre always seems to have a knife when he threats to castrate moi." Canada gave his papa a disbelieving and disturbed look before his attention went back to England, whose leg now had multiply cuts.
"Can we please get back to the meeting? I want to have a chat to you all later." Germany yelled the first sentence but directed the last one to the British Isles, he did not like the idea of them bringing weapons with them.
"Aye, what the Bosch (German company, British slang used in the army) said. I dinnae care if ye think we are nuts, even though Pat is."
"Love you Ali."
"But we need ta know who innae 'ere. Lithuania, where's that skirt wearing Poland?"
Germany scowled at the Scotsman as Lithuania shrunk a bit in his chair, finding Scotland a little intimidating but the Baltic nation answered anyway, "He is banning everything fun and wearing only grey now. He also spoke very formally on the phone."
The red head thanked the brunette, swearing under his breathe. So that's where that bastard went, the fucking ghost had been hiding from them for ages.
"Brazil and Argentina aren't here. I spoke to Brazil though last night and he seemed fine," Chile pointed out. It was then that the countries actually started to be helpful and started to list the countries that were missing.
"Nigeria."
"Thailand."
"Greenland."
"Ghana."
"Iran."
"Malta."
Germany wrote the names down hurriedly while Ireland and Scotland quietly discussed who was going to deal with whom. France seemed more interested in what the brothers were talking about rather than 'infected' countries, so waltzed up to them, hardly anyone was in their seats anyway.
"I'll go with the wee bunny to America, he will need someone with him after using so much energy."
"Oh no, you're not leaving me with the brat."
"Nae, take Dylan with ye. Connor dinnea ken what to do yet, be better if the lad starts in a three."
"Fine, Sasanna will probably need support dealing with Meiriceá (America) - you know it's not going to be a pretty sight, and I don't think Gil will be used to it enough to offer full support."
"True, will ye wait for just a moment?" Scotland gave his brother a polite smile, which the Irishman returned and bowed whilst holding out a hand as if to say 'after you'. The Scotsman returned the bow, before he span round on his foot and punched France in the arm, hard.
"It's not polite te listen in on others people's conversations Francis. We were going to tell ye all about it after the meetin', as well as the other lot as were gonna need some 'elp with all this."
The Frenchman rubbed his throbbing arm with a pout on his face, at least Alistair didn't punch him in the face, it was probably due to their friendship that the Scotsman hadn't.
"Écosse (Scotland), you are just as brutish as votre frère (your brother). You have moi interested though, what is going on."
"As Albain (Scotland) said earlier, we are going to tell you later when Sasanna is awake." The Irish nation gave the blonde a grin, borderline smirk. The French nation merely frowned at the brothers, unfortunately he was all too used to them. He was about to retort when Germany brought everyone's attention again.
"So far we have made list of countries that are missing, there are at least fifteen of them. Now would be a good time to take a break, I expect everyone to be back here in ten minutes," Germany instructed, still standing in front of the white board.
The countries started to talk quietly amongst themselves all of them getting up from their seats and heading to the door. All except those who'd been involved in the previous events surrounding Italy's possession.
Australia, New Zealand, Canada and Northern Ireland were crowding around England, while Scotland, Ireland, France were hovering around Italy, Hong Kong was still guarding Romano. All of the nations stopped though when two nations twitched.
Italy looked as if he was fighting off a bad dream, whereas England took in a sharp intake of air, bolting upright, scaring all the nations that were around him. Slowly Italy's eyes opened fully, blinking a few time rather lethargically. The auburn haired nation swallowed thickly, looking both scared and curious at the nations staring down at him from above.
"Ve?"
Hong Kong calmly stepped to the side, letting the Italian go to his brother, once he got a look from Ireland saying that it was safe to do so now. The younger Italian was wide eyed with panic and terror. The young brunette's eyes darted around the room frantically before they fell onto a heavily panting England.
The Englishman was now paler than he was normally, beads of sweat clinging onto his skin. The British nation waved off the concerned nations surrounding him and carefully sat himself upright in his chair.
Arthur glanced to his side only to find both Dylan and Joao slump into the nearest chairs looking knackered. The Englishman tiredly reached out for his brother and placed his slightly shaky hand on top of his brother's, with an exhausted but grateful smile on his face. The Welshman looked to the other blonde at the contact to see the Englishman mouth his thanks to both Wales and Portugal.
It was around about now that Italy burst into tears. Panicked, Romano tried to get out of his brother what was wrong. "Fratello! What's wrong? God dammit Feliciano, I can't help me if you don't tell me what's wrong. Was it that fucking Tea Bastard's fault?"
"Damn kid! Brows just saved Feli's life, you should be bowing to him saying how unawesome you are compared to him." Prussia leant over the Italian trying hard to not hit the nation. Actually why should he try and not hit the tomato loving Scheiße, he couldn't feel Prussia anyway. With that thought in mind, the albino started to attack Romano.
England and his brothers saw the whole thing take place and couldn't help but smile, the Englishman actually snorted, which earned him strange looks from those surrounding him. Most though didn't seem to care, they were more concerned about the sobbing nation.
Hungary, having returned with the rest of the nations from the break shortly after the two had woke up, knelt down on the other side of the weeping Italian and pulled him into a hug, stroking Italy's hair. The older Italian continued to question his brother but in a softer tone than before, knowing that shouting wasn't going to help the younger brunette.
Germany watched from the side, not really knowing what to do in this situation. Glancing for Japan for help, the German was disappointed to receive only a shrug. Eventually though, Romano managed to get out of his brother what had happened.
"Ve, I had a horrible nightmare, ve. I was trapped in a small space and it was draining me. Ve. I felt myself fading, ve. Then I saw England but he was an angel and Prussia. Ve, they helped me. Prussia was told by England to look after me while he fought the bad guy. The bad guy was scary, ve. He wanted to burn everything. Ve, He wanted to burn England. Ve, London was burning, it was dying," and at that the Italian started to cry again.
A couple of things happened at the same time.
Those that were close to Italy decided to comfort the Italian, although extremely confused, except Ireland and Scotland.
Germany went pale at the mention of his brother.
Those that knew about England being an angel stiffened when that was mentioned, but Ireland, Scotland and Wales all whipped their heads round to look at their younger brother when Italy said that his heart was burning.
England coughed up blood.
It wasn't that much, but it was enough to startle those around him. Panic took over Australia, Canada, Northern Ireland and New Zealand as they wondered what to do. Hong Kong had managed to pop up next to his dad as he stated to cough and started to pat England's back, which caused Canada to snap out of his initial panic.
Wales took over from the ex-colonies and tended to his brother, while Portugal calmed Australia and Northern Ireland down as New Zealand was already calming by himself. The Welshman simply handed England a tissue to wipe away the blood, from what he could tell, his younger brother seemed fine as he was now swearing like a pirate.
"Fucking thick shit Italian. I bloody ignored the whole bloody thing only for the plonker to come out and say it. Bloody wanker. Sodding grey dick head wanting to bloody burn everything."
Wales looked up to the rest of his brothers and gave them the thumbs up, letting them know that it wasn't anything to worry about. Leaving all the rest of the nations in the dark, wondering what the hell was going on and if there was any way to get off this crazy train.
"Why the hell did the limey just cough up blood?" Prussia asked Scotland, he did feel a bit better after hitting Romano but not anymore. Did anything ever go smoothly for the English nation?
"Ye tell me, ye are the one that was with the lad. From what Italy said, wee bunny might have seen what looked like his capital city burning. Even though it wasnae really his capital, he will get phantom pains from it. Sort of like if anyone sees a film with our country being damaged, we'll get some sort of pain. It would be a bit stronger though, inside someone's mind, as Arthur was actually there."
The ghost slowly nodded as he understood what he Scotsman was saying, one of the bits thrown at him did look suspiciously a lot like Nelson's column. Were all the ghosts going to do things to target the English nation? Was he going to be any use for the English nation if they did? He really should have given the whole being England's awesome co-star (he is too awesome to be a sidekick) some more thought.
"Are you ok Mr England?" Liechtenstein asked timidly, as she hesitantly made her way over to the Englishman. The room fell into silence, everyone no longer talking amongst themselves and instead listening to what the Briton was going to say.
Seeming to take no notice of everyone else, England looked the Germanic girl in the eyes and offered her a reassuring smile. Lilli picked up on the pain hidden behind the smile but said nothing about it.
"I'm fine poppet, I just thought of something unpleasant. I'm not quite sure why I do, as it always damages my health. Nothing a little bit of sleep won't cure, but thank you me Duckie."
Most of the nations seemed to relax at the English nation's explanation, having a good idea as to what the unpleasant thought was. Those that didn't just accepted it, but were confused by the word 'Duckie'.
The British Isles brothers were impressed though at how Arthur covered his tracks, but didn't fail to notice the new thin trail of blood trickling down his chin.
"Duckie?" Prussia wondered out loud, only for Ireland to chuckle quietly.
"Aye, it's a term of endearment that they mainly use up north. Sasanna is tired, so he is slipping into other accents. We'll have to take him home soon. He probably won't last that much longer, but then he is very stubborn. Eejit."
The albino watched the Englishman, who seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open. He also found that Wales seemed to be having trouble as well and Portugal looked like he could do with a rest, not as much as the brothers, but could still do with one.
The ginger nation gave Scotland a light nudge with his elbow and nodded at the drowsy blondes. Looking over to his brothers, Scotland understood what Ireland was getting at and coughed loudly.
"We will be needing to head off soon as I don't think Albion will be with us for much longer-"
"Bugger off, I'm fine."
"So ask ye questions and that now. If they are not important, then just phone us later, we will all be staying with Albion, so just phone 'im if ye want te talk te one of us."
"Thank you for running that by me before now, you are such a polite brother."
"Also, ignore whatever our wee brother says, he dinnae know what he is saying when he's tired."
"Well in that case I'll say the hell I bloody want. Scotland has a very large collection of Loch Ness teddies, he's actually mentioned in the Guinness World Book of Records, just under someone else's name as he was too –"
England was cut short when Scotland threw the nearest object at him, which so happened to be Hungary's frying pan. The Scotsman smirked wickedly when the frying pan collided with its intended target, but soon turned into a guilty frown when he remembered that Arthur needed to go home to rest because of his injuries… It was his fault, England shouldn't have blabbed.
Dylan gave Alistair a heated glare seeing the knocked out Arthur, who was currently being fussed over by his ex-colonies. France was having mixed feelings as to whether he should laugh at his frenemy or help him. In the end, France decided to just pretend that nothing had happened.
Germany just wanted to go home, since the brothers had arrived more questions were being made rather than answered. England also looked a bit worse for wear, maybe they should just end the meeting. Nobody was focused really, as they were all either watching England and his brothers, or Italy.
"Maybe you should take him zuhause (home). We will continue the meeting without you to discuss things further. I will write down any questions anyone might have and contact you, via email, about them," the German told Ireland, who seemed to be having the same trouble as France. The ginger nation turned to face the blonde and noticed how strained the German looked, they probably weren't helping with that.
The eldest Kirkland grinned at the German and gave him a lazy salute. Getting Alistair's attention, Patrick elbowed the Scottish nation's side and pointed to the door. Understanding immediately, Scotland wordlessly walked over to England and threw the smaller nation over his shoulder, and walked out the room.
Ireland walked up to North and slapped him round the back of his head. "Time to go ceann cac (shit head), bring your friends with you."
The youngest said nothing but gave his brother a death glare before he got up and grabbed the bag from earlier. The two Irish nations walked out of the room, Patrick had a spring to his step whereas Connor dragged his feet. The teenager poked his head back round the door frame, looking highly irritated.
"Come on you lot, we need to do something. I don't fucking understand why, but Ali wants you to come. Arsehole, telling me what to do."
Connor stared at the ones that were meant to be following him, he could feel his irritation rising when he received nothing but blank stares. Luckily for him, France understood and strode out the room, giving Australia, Canada, Hong Kong, Portugal and New Zealand a wink on the way.
Now understanding what was being asked of them, the nations followed the Frenchman, except Canada who was kept back by Wales, "We need you to go and keep an eye on America and stop him from doing anything stupid. Peidiwch â phoeni (don't worry) Brawd will explain everything to you once he comes over, he just needs a sleep."
The Canadian nodded and left the conference but went in a different direction to the others. The Welsh nation then followed his brothers but halted in the doorway and turned round. He gave the other nations a small bow and thanked them all before he left. England wasn't the only one who could be a gentleman when he wanted to.
"Get on then." Scotland sounded rather impatient with his arms crossed. The ex-colonies and France looked to the Scotsman and back to the seemingly floating England, all of them extremely confused. Portugal just smiled, he knew that there was something there, though what exactly, he had no idea.
"How the hell is Mum doing that?"
"It must be, like, something magic. I'm, like, not going first though."
Wales had just joined the confused group and couldn't help but shake his head as he saw the picture in front of him. Wales had the 'Sight' as well as his brothers so could see Prussia sitting on top of Dewi, holding onto England so his brother didn't fall off. The rest however, couldn't see the dragon, or the ghost for that matter.
Casually, the Welshman walked over to his friend and walked up the dragon's tail and onto his back, side stepped the ghost and angel and sat right behind the dragon's head. A small smile came to Dylan's face, he was always in a good mood when with dragons, even if they did sometimes catch his hair on fire (by accident).
Still being in a fairly bad mood due to being told what to do, North followed his Welsh brother and sat behind him. He then placed the bag of magical items behind himself - it was his way of making a barrier between himself and whoever decided to sit behind him.
The young nation was quite happy when it was Portugal that sat behind him. The Mediterranean country had watched the brothers carefully as they got onto the 'dragon', so knew where to step. The dark haired nation sent a smirk back to France, challenging the Frenchman to follow, which he accepted.
France gingerly stepped forward and was slightly surprised when his foot came into contact with something solid. Francis mainly used his sense of touch to climb onto the dragon's back, he went to sit behind England, for certain reasons, but found he couldn't. The blonde scowled and tried to scoot closer only to feel something cold.
"Gott Francey pants, your vital regions are too close for comfort." Prussia tried to scoot forward and shifted England a bit. The English nation was currently in between Prussia's legs, being kept upright by the albino's arms which were wrapped around England's waist.
Feeling a bit sorry for the ghost (although he was going to tease him later about how he was holding England), Scotland got on Dewi after his French friend and placed a hand on France's shoulder. Blue eyes looked over his shoulder at the contact to see a pair of green looking back.
"I suggest that ye move back a bit from wee Albion. He's got someone lookin' after 'im and ye are a wee bit too close to Albion's friend." The Scotsman gave France a grin as he dropped his hand from the blonde's shoulder, whilst the French nation just stared for a few seconds. Glancing back to the angel, Francis noticed how Arthur shouldn't be like that whilst asleep. The French nation obeyed and backed off a bit.
Prussia glanced back at the still grinning Scotsman and said his thanks, which the Scotsman replied to by laughing and pointing to both him and England. The Prussian frowned and gave Scotland the finger.
Once everyone had got onto the dragon, Ireland sitting at the end, Wales leant forward and gave Dewi a gentle pat on his neck. The crimson dragon snorted and took off with little effort, causing everyone apart from the British Isles Brothers and Prussia to scream.
During their flight, once they had all calmed down, Scotland explained what was really happening. He was sitting in the middle so he was more likely to be heard better by everyone. He left out about the ghost helping England was the dead Prussian, feeling that it was up to England and Prussia to decide if they wanted the others to know.
The flight was fairly short, due to Germany not being that far from England and that dragons can fly incredibly fast. Dewi landed in Arthur's garden, careful not to crush any of his flowers, the dragon remembered when he'd done that last time.
Prussia reacted first and flew off the dragon, carrying England. The ghost then took the Englishman into his house. Stunned eyes watched as Arthur floated away, but said nothing about it.
Second was North, who was now in a good mood. Landing on the ground, he looked back to the New Zealander to tell him that now they were at England's house they could see to his wound properly and he could have a kip.
Everyone started to walk towards the house, going off to do their own thing, all of them knowing the English nation's house well and knew they had something that they could do there. Dylan hovered by Dewi for a while and thanked his friend before he went inside in search of a bed.
With everyone doing their own things, Prussia went in search of Scotland, knowing that the nation didn't really have anything to do but just wanted a drink. The Scottish nation was drinking some whiskey in the kitchen talking to France, who was cooking something.
The Scotsman paused when he saw the albino and told France that he would be back in a few moments, as he guided the ghost to the hallway. Cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow, Scotland waited for Prussia to ask what he wanted.
"I want you to teach me how I can be more useful for Brows with mien awesomeness."
The Scotsman couldn't help but smile. He nodded his head to say that he accepted the task, not needing to hear any more and lead Prussia to a room where they could train in peace.
By the time Prussia had been taught ways in which he could improve, France had finished making the food. Not needing to eat, Prussia continued to train until night fell, it was then he decided it would be best to stop and find the Limey.
The only problem with that though was he couldn't find the grumpy nation anywhere. He searched the house from top to bottom for about an hour until he gave up and went to Wales.
"Where's Arthur? I can't find the Limey anywhere."
The Welsh nation tore his gaze away from the telly to look at the Prussian. Rugby was playing but it was half time at the moment, so the Prussian wasn't in any danger for interrupting him.
"Oh, Brawd got fed up with everyone arguing. You know how we get when we are all together, it never stay quiet for long. He probably went outside and is in a tree. He always climbs trees and stays up there to cool down when really frustrated. He will probably be up the one that has wild lavender near the base of it."
The Welshman was going to offer to help the albino but just then the Rugby came back on and he was now not to be talked to. The Prussian lingered for a moment, staring at the screen to see who was playing, but, deciding that he didn't really care, quickly left, once again in search of the English nation.
The Englishman's garden lead into a forest which Prussia walked into quite happily. Normally going into a forest at night was creepy, but now Prussia could see the twinkling light that belonged to the fairies and other mythical creatures. The air felt charged with some sort of energy, everything just felt more alive.
It didn't take long for the Prussian to find the lavender, the twinkling lights seemed to have guided him there. Crimson eyes looked up to see a faint glow coming from near the top of the tree, apparently England was still an angel.
"Hey Birdie get down here!"
There was a surprised yelp from the tree, which caused the Prussian to smirk. A mop of blonde hair became only just visible as Arthur looked down to see the ghost smiling up at him.
"No need to shout you tosser, and Birdie?"
"Ja I do, you are all the way up there. Birdie as you are sitting in a tree and have wings." Prussia's smirk grew even bigger when he was met with silence, obviously the Briton couldn't think of a comeback for that.
"Oh fine, just get your arse up here, I don't really want to keep shouting." The Englishman smiled to himself as he leant up against the bark of the tree, giving the Prussian some room to sit down if he wanted to, which he did.
"Your bruders told everyone about what happened but didn't tell them that the awesome me is helping you. Also Alistair helped me train so I will be able to help you more with my Awesomeness."
The blonde snorted and looked up at the star filled sky above him. "Do you want me to let them know that you are with me? If not I can just give you a codename whenever I am talking to you. Can't keep calling you Gil if you don't want them to know, maybe Duckie, seeing that you are calling me Birdie now," the angel replied with a smile.
It was Prussia's turn to laugh now. "Birdie and Duckie, sounds like an awesome team. Nien I don't mind you telling them about mien Awesomeness, would be better if you told them one at a time though or you might not have a house left."
"Yeah, I suppose you are right. Training huh? That will be handy for the next fight, they are going to get harder now. I'm dreading going to America. I'm purposely staying like this a little longer so I can heal faster, ready for the next fight. We're going to have to break into his house as well."
"Break in? How are you going to do that?"
"Simple, double o ninja style."
Yep, we are going to have a bit of spy England, not that much though.
And yes, Prussia and England are going to refer to each other as Birdie and Duckie
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I think that's it
any way see you next time and review and stuff if you want